Just before Christmas, I had my granddaughters for a weekend visit. I was feeling rough because of my back and had taken a pain pill that knocked me out for about an hour. While I was sleeping, my husband did watch-duty. The girls played quietly and went outside to draw pictures on the sidewalk and porch with chalk. Later that evening we took them home and I was feeling blue because they couldn't be with us through Christmas. When we returned my husband told me to read the notes on the sidewalk. My heart filled with an abundance of joy at the words I read.
There was one huge sign that said, STOP!
The next said, "This house is the Petersens."
The next said, "Only come in here if you love MY-MY!" (mimi....that's me)
The last said, "This is the love house!"
I'm so grateful that at my house my granddaughters know they are loved. I'm so glad that they would think about that when they are writing sidewalk notes. They could have played tic-tac-toe, or drawn hopscotch squares; instead they paid tribute to the love they found when they are in our home. What joy it is to have this to cling to throughout the days ahead. What a challenge to live up to! selahV